#parent vader

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV), Star Wars: Leia Princess of Alderaan - Claudia Gray Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa & Darth Vader, Leia Organa & Leia Organa Characters: Darth Vader, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Movie: Star Wars: A New Hope, Force-Sensitive Leia Organa, Parent Darth Vader, Darth Vader Redemption, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, Leia Organa Needs a Hug, Child Leia Organa, Awesome Leia Organa, Darth Vader Finds Out Leia Organa is Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker's Child, Father-Daughter Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, POV Darth Vader Series: Part 4 of Multiples Collection

Summary:

On the bridge of the Death Star, moments before Alderaan's destruction, Darth Vader is caught off-guard when a shift in the Force causes four more versions of Leia Organa to appear. Leia, who is... his daughter, apparently, the daughter he never knew he had. And Vader will do anything for his family.

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https://www.wattpad.com/1345654262-star-wars-one-shots-multiples-leia-in-anh

Originally this was going to be about Anakin but I got stuck and had this idea for Luke. Hope you guys like it! Asks/comments are appreciated <3

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Luke couldn’t breathe. Panic clouded his thoughts and his thigh felt like it was on fire. They put a chip in his thigh. A fucking chip. 

“You can’t do this!” he screamed. “I’m free born! I’m free born!” 

A guard slammed the butt of his blast rifle into the side of Luke’s head, almost knocking him down. “Shut up!” 

Luke whimpered, the chains digging into the skin on his wrists and neck. Not only was he chipped, but they had collared him as well. Never in his life had he ever felt so degraded and inhuman. He wanted this to be a nightmare. It was horrible but it would be a relief to wake up. 

“I’m free born,” he whispered to himself, making sure the guard wouldn’t hear him. “I’m the first free born skywalker. I will never be a slave.” 

With desperation and hysteria, he mumbled it to himself over and over. Luke needed the reassurance that he could get out of this. 

 He was eventually forced to stop his muttering when the chain connected to his collar and wrists was yanked on. It choked him, forcing him to stand on shaky legs.

“We’ll be sure to get a pretty price on you,” the guard sneered, a smug look on his face. “Many would pay anything to get their hands on a Jedi. Especially one as pretty as you.”

Luke shuddered and tried his best to ignore him. What the guard was implicating was horrid and he didn’t want to think about it more than he had to. His whole body seemed to ache and hurt. His thigh most of all. It was a terrible spot to put the chip in. Instead of a quick death, it assured Luke that should he run, it would explode his leg and leave him to bleed out and die a slow painful death. 

As he was practically dragged into whatever hell hole the wretched slavers were occupying, Luke tore down his shields and broadcasted his terror and pain to Vader. He didn’t like it and the memories of Bespin seemed to cause him more panic. But he didn’t have a choice. Facing his father was a much better option than being sold into a life of slavery.

‘Please father,’ he begged. ‘you’re my only hope.’ 

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What if Darth Vader discovered his children were alive?

Vader is on a mission for the Emperor when his hyperdrive is damaged and he's forced to land on Alderaan to seek aid. There, he senses a strangely familiar Force presence in the form of a young girl. Princess Leia of Alderaan reminds him of someone, a woman he loves--Padmé Amidala.

Luke isn't allowed to leave the Homestead, but one day he sneaks off with Uncle Owen to Mos Eisley. The chaotic spaceport is no place for a four-year-old, and young Skywalker is soon separated from his uncle. An Inquisitor visiting the planet senses the boy and acts quickly, kidnapping Luke. Before long, one Old Ben Kenobi learns of the child's kidnapping and sets off on a mission to retrieve him--before it's too late.

What happens when Vader finds himself caring for two young children, the son and daughter of his lost Padmé? What will he do when he learns his master lied to him?

Vader's ties to the Dark Side are strong. But there's one thing that may be even stronger than the Dark Side of the Force....

The first thing Vader did after he seized control of the empire was to hunt down his children. Having the empire’s every resource on their case was so much more helpful than attempting to track them down himself on the Executer. 

He had his children in his arms within a week. Of course, he couldn’t actually have them in his arms without Luke trying to harm him and Leia trying to kill him until he drugged them. It was nothing too harmful… Just something that would calm them down. And it did.

Neither of them protested when he hugged them. They even snuggled into his embrace. Vader quite liked this kind of control he had over them. Having them in his arms, although years too late, was nice. It reminded him that everything he’s done hasn't been for nothing. Palpatine was dead, he couldn’t hurt Vader’s children ever again. In fact, no one could. 

Vader was going to protect them with his life. That was another thing that was going to be much easier now that he was in control of the empire. He can easily lock his children away, deep in the palace, and no one could touch them. 

As he shifted Luke into a more comfortable position in his arms, he sighed. They are safe now, he reminded himself once again. A smile formed on his face and he repeated it, this time aloud. “You two are safe and I am never letting go.”

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Leia’s head felt funny. She wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like she consumed alcohol. In fact, she didn’t remember doing so at all. So why did she feel so sluggish? 

She heard Luke groan a few feet away and she struggled to sit up. “Where are we?” she asked.

Luke rubbed his eyes and looked around. 

“I... I don’t know.”

“You are home, young ones.” 

Both of them turned towards the doorway where Vader stood. Leia’s face twisted into a look of fury and she jumped to her feet. Only to find she couldn’t use them and crashed onto the floor. 

“Careful now, my daughter. Neither of you is fit to be out of bed.” Vader rushed to her aid and against her will, helped her up. He set her back into bed and pulled the covers up, tucking her in. 

“I am not some child to play house with,” she snarled. 

“I’m well aware. As your father, I will do as I please. Just behave like your brother and you won’t have to be…” Vader paused as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Embarrassed by me. Isn’t that right, Luke.”

Luke, having been silent though this all, hesitantly nodded. He stared at Leia as if he was pleading with her to stay down until Vader left. 

She got the message and scowled. 

“What are you going to do with us, father?” Luke asked quickly. He was afraid Leia was going to say something that would put Vader over the edge. And from his personal experience when he was last held captive on the Executer it was never good. 

“You two are staying here, far away from the danger of those… rebels you associate with. You will be protected from those who wish you dead.” 

Just as Leia opened her mouth, no doubt to insult Vader, Luke quickly said, “But why, father? Why drug us and keep us locked in this room? You’re emperor now, none of this is necessary to… protect… us.” 

Vader sat on Luke’s bed and reached his arm out to pat his head. “Only I am capable of protecting you,” he insisted. “And there is no way better than keeping you two close to me. I lost your mother, I refuse to lose the two of you as well.” He stood back up and also affectionately ran a hand through Leia’s hair before going back to the door. 

“If either of you needs me, I will be close by. Luke, reach through our bond and I will come right away. Do you understand?”

“Yes father,” Luke mumbled. “You said the same thing last time.” 

“Good. I will be back in a while.” 

With a swish of his cape, he turned. But as he stepped out of the door, he told them, “I love you both very much.” and left, the door shutting automatically. 

This is a continuation of day 11. The planet Luke is on is something I made up. Asks/comments are greatly appreciated, thanks for reading! <3

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‘Please father, you’re my only hope.’ 

Vader had felt nothing but sheer panic for the last two days. He didn’t know what was happening to Luke and if he was going to die soon. It felt like it. His son sent waves of terror and panic down their bond which in turn caused him to feel the same emotion. After Luke pleaded and begged for his help, he demanded to know what was going on. 

‘Where are you??? What is happening???’ 

‘I’ve been captured by slavers,’ his son sent. ‘I think I’m on a planet called Enoh.’ 

Fear filled Vader. His son had been captured by slavers. Horrid, despicable, slavers. Anger quickly replaced his fear and anything not bolted down in the empty meeting room began to shake. He would not allow his son to be stolen and used by those animals. Not ever. He was free and so was his son.  

The whump is more implied since Luke can't escape the ship and is surrounded by the dead, so nothing really sad for this prompt. I really liked writing this one

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The ship was haunted, he was sure of it. If it was any ship, Luke would have been fine. But that was the problem. It wasn’t just any ship, it belonged to his father. Who, he should mention, wouldn’t let him go. 

Luke was thoroughly trapped with no way out. Most of the escape pods had been used by the crew members who tried to escape the fate of the rest. The few left were heavily guarded at all times, and also closed off. He knew that the guards knew what the passcode was to get the doors open, but there was no way they’d ever tell him. He tried so hard to get them to, begged them to let him get off. The fear in their eyes wasn’t something he’d forget soon. 

“We can’t help you,” they hissed. “Lord Vader will torture us for all of eternity. Escape for us is never possible.” 

The quick backstory for Luke’s room! When he was a kid, he drew what he wanted his room to look like when he was an adult and had his own home and had like a list of stuff he wanted in it and added to it over the years until he turned into a teen. Vader found it when he went looking through Luke’s old home and thought “Ah yes, my adult son who made this as a child would absolutely love to have this same room now.” Thanks for the prompt! 

5. “Come on, smile for me!”

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Standing in the doorway of the room, Luke stared. Somehow, Vader had designed his childhood dream bedroom. Which kinda may or may have not still have been something he wanted, but that's beside the point. 

Vader, who Luke still couldn’t believe was his father, had somehow learned as much about him as he could and put a stunning amount of effort into his living area. 

A hand rested on Luke’s shoulder. He had to fight the urge to rip it off.

“Do you like it?”

Luke nodded. “Yes. Thank you.” He stepped further into the room to get away from Vader. Pretending to be interested in the stuffed animals, he crouched in front of his window bench and hoped Vader would go away. Why were there so many? Surely Vader knew that he as an adult, would not care for such an excessive amount of stuffed animals? 

He tensed as he felt Vader stand behind him, his presence beginning to turn chilling. 

“You do not seem happy. Why is that, my son? What have I done wrong?”

“Nothing,” Luke mumbled. “Everything’s fine. I like my... Room.”

“The emotions you’re broadcasting say otherwise. Come on, smile for me! If you were truly happy, you would be smiling. Just like you do in your birthday holos.” 

His heart hammered in his chest. How did Vader get those? His aunt and uncle didn’t even have that many! Did Vader-

That train of thought was immediately shut down. Luke turned his head to look up at Vader and he gave him a soft smile. 

“I do like it, thank you… father,” Luke said hesitantly. 

Within an instant, Vader’s presence changed. The chill in the air turned to warmth and if Luke read him right, he seemed joyful. 

“I’ll leave you be, to get acquainted with your room.” 

Vader reached down to gently brush Luke’s hair and turned around to leave the room. The door locked behind him. 

So things have gotten a bit better. But if I disappear again and there’s no prompts, I’m probably crying again lmao. Day 9 and 10 should come out either today or tomorrow. This idea was given to me by someone on Ao3.

Ao3 comment: “ Luke is a hostage because he did his typical sacrifice hero thing. Vader steps in to save his son and misunderstandings, angst and fluff ensue. “

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Luke was on the verge of what was probably his third or fourth panic attack of the day. It sounded terrible, but he genuinely couldn’t remember how many he’s had today. For a good reason! First he and his friends were thrown into separate cells. Then they were threatened with torture. Third…. He couldn’t remember what the third thing was to cause him to spiral into such panic but he sure as hell could name what the possible fourth thing was. 

Of all people, his father answered the hostage video. And there he was, swinging his lightsaber and bringing the demise of the people who were holding him hostage. Any sympathy Luke had for them was drowned out by the panic of what his father was going to do with him and his friends. Surely he wasn’t going to let Luke go, not when this was a golden opportunity to capture him. He just hoped that his friends would be let go. 

“Please Lord Vader!” The man in charge cried out. Most of his men had been cut down, leaving him defenseless. “Surely we can make a deal?” 

Vader said nothing, the sound of his breathing filling the room. After a minute had passed, he extinguished his blade.

“Release my son.”

The man in charge looked so relieved. He quickly undid Luke’s chains. 

Vader pulled Luke to him with the force and wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close to his side. He raised his other hand and choked the man. 

“We had a deal!” 

“No, you are mistaken. I told you to let my son go, not that I would spare your life.” 

A part of Luke wanted to stop his father but he was too exhausted. Vader was the only thing keeping him on his feet. He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the man’s life fade before his eyes. 

“What do you plan to do with me now?” Anxiety flowed through Luke. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he was sure he’d be having another panic attack. Though focusing on the pain in his wrists and legs from the chains might have been what was stopping him from completely freaking out. 

Vader gently picked Luke up. “We are going back to my ship. You need medical care.”

“What about Leia and Han?”

“They will be coming with us?”

Luke’s breath caught in his throat. “Can’t you just let them go? It’s me you want, not them.” 

“You are correct, I want nothing to do with those rebel scum. However… Your condition may worsen if you spend all your time worrying about them. I can assure you that I won’t harm them, my son. And if you behave yourself, you can see them.”